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It was a dark and stormy night in Florida (not Florida the state known for an over-abundance of elderly citizens and crocodiles but Florida the small province in up-state New York), which happens to be quite unrelated to the story at hand, seeing as as young Mr. Albert Lambert Jr. currently resides in Florida, the state, where he is visiting his elderly grandmother for Christmas, and even if he had been in Florida, the town in up-state New York, he still wouldn\'t have known about the relative stormacity of the land immediately surrounding his chosen domicile since it was, at the time, a little after 3AM and young Albert was currently laboring under the unprovable theorem of one Benjamin Franklin, since there was a girl, not a girl as in a girl under the age of ten, but a girl of the age young and eligible bachelors such as Mr. Lambert, subscribing to the civil standards of sexual attraction acceptable at the time, would not be thought of as \'strange\' by the amiable townspeople who would surely notice such attentions as Albert desperately wished to lavish upon this girl if she were indeed only possessing of ten winters, and who happened to be known to the townspeople, and to Albert, as Fiona, a name suitably exotic to catch the ear, as it was, of Albert, as he overheard it whilst breakfasting in the local streetside cafe at which Fiona worked, but not so exotic as to provoke anti-secular feelings if, as Albert ardently wished, he would someday be able to introduce Fiona to his most conservative father, such as a name such as Helenabadeja-Frandwich, who his last crush preferred to be addressed by when it happened that Albert called on her, and was in fact the first clue to Albert that he should seek a less exotically named girl to dote upon, names such as Helenabadeja-Frandwich being often good indicators of the exoticity of many other attributes of the bearer, such as tattoos and piercings in strange, inventive, and most likely painful, if one were to hazard a guess, although in Albert\'s case any guess about the painfullness of bodily piercings would be completely without merit in the scientific community seeing as he did not, himself, have any piercings to speak of, or even to remain abashedly silent about as he most likely would have in the polite company of his father should he for some reason happen to receive one, which would certainly have put a damper on the exciting conversation he assumed his father and Fiona, would be having at this point, or at least that they would be having, if he had yet summoned the courage to approach Fiona at the cafe in which she was employed about the posibility of them having coffee together at some point the near future, this being, Albert had ascertained, the standard first step in the long journey that would conclude with his Father and the girl who coffeed with him having an exciting conversation at dinner, and not because Albert had any affinity for coffee, since as it was he couldn\'t stand the stuff, and he had no notion whether Fiona liked coffee at all either, seeing as he had yet to say any words to her beyond ordering a croissant and a glass of milk each morning when he stopped at the cafe in the hopes that today, yes today would be the day which the perfect moment for him to ask her if she fancied going to get a cup of coffee with him after she left work for the day and not yet another hour wasted slowly eating a croissant, which wasn\'t actually that good, and Albert very much hoped was the work of some unseen cook and not of Fiona herself, cooking being a very important skill, in Albert\'s mind for any woman he was to spend any time with, seeing as he had not yet managed to discover the proper setting on his toaster to prevent the smoke alarm from going off, but alas this perfect moment had not yet occurred and so Albert would have, this dark and stormy night, have gone to bed early so he could in turn rise early to be at the cafe when it opened, as per Franklin\'s instructions, although now that young Albert thought about it Frankin hadn\'t happened to mention being happy or wedded when he told the reader, and by extension Albert, that he should go to bed early, and miss the spectacular thunderstorm, which Albert actually loved to watch, and which passed over Albert\'s house in Florida, the town, not the state, and which Albert was not even sleeping in since he was in Florida, the state, visiting his dear grandmother and trying his hardest to pay attention to her and not let his thoughts slip back to Fiona.